It was the first time and the last that we heard the voice of prayer in a Jamaican planter's house.

We were no less gratefully surprised to see a white lady, to whom we were introduced as Mrs.Kirkland, and several modest and lovely little children.

It was the first and the last _family circle_ that we were permitted to see among the planters of that licentious colony.

The motley group of colored children--of every age from tender infancy--which we found on other estates, revealed the state of domestic manners among the planters.
Mr.K.regarded the abolition of slavery as a great blessing to the colony; it was true that the apprenticeship was a wretchedly bad system, but notwithstanding, things moved smoothly on his estate.

He informed us that the negroes on Amity Hall had formerly borne the character of being the _worst gang in the parish_; and when he first came to the estate, he found that half the truth had not been told of them; but they had become remarkably peaceable and subordinate.